Kasuga:
We really shouldn’t do that/So accept your wounds, come on/An angel flies through heaps of trash/I’m a piece of shit/I hate flower arrangement when it misses the mark/I keep adding/to my sins and mistakes day in, day out/Rather than the beginning or end of a story, I’d like to see the flower bloom/I can’t endure it/Bloom, flower, and open the sprouts of sin/Bloom, flower, and see your buds lorded over/I’m chasing a hope that will ruin me like flowers in fall/I won’t let you be alone
Nakamura:
Good morning, you trash, you pieces of shit/I’m a deviant and I’m proud of it/An angel? A devil? I’ll show you something worse than the rumors/I wish I could live somewhere else/Everything here is the same/Try to live up to the rumors/Swim through an ocean of shit/and hold onto my hand/swim to me/Good morning, you trash, you pieces of shit/Bloom, flower, and spread your roots of sin/Bloom, flower, and spread despair/Bloom and all from grace, or so I hope/Will my wish come true?
Saeki:
I’m too shy to look you in the eye/I’ll do that tomorrow/I don’t want to be alone, so promise me you’ll stay with me/I can’t believe what I’m starting to see in the mirror/I see my true self, a puzzle others can solve yet/Why do I look forward to it?/The flowers of sin that call to me taste like honey/Don’t bloom, or you’ll join their evil roots/Don’t leave me alone like falling blossoms/I don’t think I have it under control anymore
Unknown:
Restless shadows we all know race through the sky/Only our boring lives make it to the earth/The delusions I fight stick to my mind like rust/They brought out, visible for all/I force it all in again, a desperate act/I convince myself it isn’t certain/I close my eyes, ears, nose and mouth/There’s no doubt it’s there/The flower blooms among steel, and tastes of sin/Now the flowers of evil sprout up everywhere/Petals falling gracefully have no substance/They’re like a mirage/I shall go first, then